hwaprofit.blogg.se - The Key and the Flame by Claire M. Caterer

I use an old roll-top desk that I got as a Christmas present when I was ten years old. But now I have a little office with an actual door in my house. Years ago I wrote in the corner of my studio apartment then I wrote in a corner of my bedroom. Afternoons are for research or outlining. The best time to write is first thing in the morning, and if the weather’s nice, I’m outside on my deck. When I’m working on a book, I work on it five to six days a week for two to three hours at a time. No word yet on when that book will hit the shelves, so in the meantime I’ve been working on a few supersecret projects that I’m very excited about. It’s (tentatively!) called The Spell & the Stone. I’ve finished outlining the third book in The Key & the Flame series. The second book in the series took about 14 months to write, because the world and the characters were already formed. I had to do a lot of research, and then I roughed out the five-part series. My first book, The Key & the Flame, took about three years because I had to invent an entire world and mythology. Ask yourself “What if?” That’s where ideas come from.ģ. Look around you, at the people and the places.

“Let’s say this kid goes inside a huge peach and all the bugs become his friends …” ( James and the Giant Peach).

“Let’s say these four kids are stuck in a gloomy old house and run into a spare room to get away from the mean housekeeper, and then find their way to a magic land …” ( The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe).

“Let’s say there’s a beautiful, smart young woman whose mother is desperate to marry her off to someone wealthy, but she’s determined to marry for love …” ( Pride and Prejudice).

They just play the “Let’s Say” game a little longer than other people. And we’re stranded with nothing to eat but graham crackers.” We grab the graham crackers and eat them on the bed, bouncing around as the waves toss us in the stormy sea. Then one of us says: “Let’s say the bed is a big boat, and the carpet is the ocean.

My friends and I jump onto Mom’s bed, the rain drumming on the windows. My mom has gone out my big sister ignores us. Picture me eight years old, stuck inside on a rainy day with a couple of friends. It’s almost easier to answer, where don’t you get your ideas? Finding things to write about is as easy as that game we all used to play as kids.